anna

west wing, was rushing down the corridor, her usually perfect composure comp

uickened, her face a mask

g just enough to look unsteady on my feet. My perf

ed me. "It's the young master! Alpha Cameron! He has a terri

what this was. His body was rebelling against his attempt to sever our bon

o widen with shock and my lips to part in a sile

fingers digging in just a little too tightly,

delirious, my lady. He's refusing all the standa

called out, my voice laced with urgency. "Go to the apotheca

eyes full of concern for me, not him. Sh

er heavily as we began the long walk toward th

ed through the panes, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. It made my pale, car

xpression in the reflection on the glass. It wasn't just concern for her master. Th

ron. In my past life, she had been a constant, petty thorn

y, pressing a hand to my chest and ta

?" Melinda asked, her voi

fine," I whispered, my voice weak. "Just... need a m

tional. Let him suf

stood sentinel, their faces grim. They saw me, their future Luna, and

fevered scent of a distressed Alpha's pheromones. It was overpowering,

Cameron was a restless shape in the center of the enormo

ession, was mixing something at a small table. He looked u

u're here. His Alpha constitution is rejecting the medicine. Only the

I walked to the bed and looked down at the man who had ordered my death. He

my cool hand on his for

d, however rejected, was still there. He let out a low groan, a sound o

d away, just enough to

t blend of fear and concern. "Is there anything

ined tray in her hands. On it sat a crystal vial filled wi

he tray

e of quiet authority. "You've all done so much. I will admini

owed and retreated from the room, c

lone wi

f the loving mate fell away, replaced by a cold, clinical emptiness. I looked

The fresh, herbal s

was about establishing a precedent. And